I then told him all my mishaps in Sorombo, as well as of the "blue-devil" frights that had seized all my men.

I felt greatly alarmed about the prospects of the expedition, scarcely knowing what I should do.

I resolved at last, if everything else failed, to make up a raft at the southern end of the N'yanza, and try to go up to the Nile in that way.

My cough daily grew worse.

I could not lie or sleep on either side.